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Classroom Satisfaction WARNING. THIS CONTAINS THE AMERICAN WONTON USUAL. READER DISCRETION ADVISED! The clock was ticking for Navid as Ms. Donnovell shifted to her side. Despite it only being 7:15, his body went into high alert as her booty made an audible grumble through the tube. He gulped, tasting the anal leakage of her previous farts still riding onto the mask. She’d varied her breakfast this morning, a little scrambled eggs and onions, with some quima and a side of french toast. It made for some pretty disgusting flavors. His hands shook on the whiteboard and he looked to her desk for help. There she was, in all her disgusting booty beauty. Her classroom doors were locked, preventing any passersby discover her gimp leather outfit, upper half exposed with a fart hose leading directly into her student’s face. She bit her lip and gave Navid a stern look as she turned to her side in the chair. Another audible grumble emerged and buttcheeks the size of comforter pillows pressed together in her black latex leggings. Navid hyperventilated, turning back to the whiteboard to scribble down his ansewer. Ms. Donnovell rose, joining him at the board. Navid hung his head low; he couldn’t look her in those beautiful blue latina eyes while her butt stench hung his life in a balance. “Good, good,” she muttered, pointing to his equations. Then, her hands grabbed her hips as she pouted her hips to her right. BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTT! She sighed in relief as the gnarly breakfast part shot along the hose. “Off by one. But good work, Navid.” Navid felt little comfort as he chocked on the gnarly fart air. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The tiredness usually arrived in Donnovell’s third period, where his skills were actually put to the test. His eyes fought for dominance as he stared at the quiz problem, illuminated with intensity from the classroom lights. One final, difficult, problem left. He looked up at Ms. Donnovell, who passed by the students desks to make sure they weren’t cheating. David’s pleading eyes locked eyes with hers; she carefully weaved between desks, arriving one desk in front of Navid’s. Her booty was in plain view, this time covered by a bright blue dress. She need only lean back the tiniest bit for Navid to catch the silent onion fart. Navid coughed indiscriminately and Donnovell returned to her desk. The vile stench revived horrible, tense moments of his study under her...literally. The ansewer revealed itself in the darkest recesses of Navid’s mind. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- BBRRROUUUGGGHHTT! “Ahh, hello there Navid.” Navid brought his nose up from her porch to look into Donnovell’s eyes and taste her rancid fart flow past her door. “Come on in, I’m just finishing up dinner.” Navid sighed and entered her home. He couldn’t focus on any details, watching her magical butt shake with each step. She still wore the same dress as that morning and didn’t seem too shy about ruining it. BBBLLLBBTT! PRRRTTT! FFFBBBUUTT! That butt could fart for hours on end and Navid could scarcely remember a time where he’d fawned over her. Maybe he’d just seen too many movies with “spicy, sexy Latinas”; BBBBFFLLLAATTRRRTT! Her farts definitley had a kick to them, if anything. “Do you want anything to eat, Navid? There’s still some tortilla shells left if you wanna make a quesadilla.” FFLLBBBRAABBLOOOOOOTT! She sighed, lifting the dress off the seat to let her naked ass rip into the counter stool. Of course that was what she made, he could smell it 5 feet away. “I ate before I came here,” he lied cooly. In no way would he be hungry tonight. Donnovell smiled and lifted up her dress, exposing her ass further. Navid watched her finger point to her cheeks as she scooted them outward, naturally separating and exposing her stinkhole. PPPTTAAARRRBBTTTTT! “Let’s go over your test, shall we?” she said, making no effort to fan the fart away. Navid sighed and knelt before her booty, taking in the chicken scented remnants. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- With grease soaked fingers, Donnovell brought out his test. “Number one: B. You put A.” BBRRLLRRRNNNNTTT! Navid shuddered as her asshole vibrated the rancid toot into his nostril. In a second he could withdraw from her booty, away from the vile stench; in another 5, Donnovell could have him pinned against the floor, prying his mouth open to drop an ensemble of rancid farts. “Number twenty one: C. You put D. Watch out for those prime numbers, remember?” PPPRRROOOOFFFFFF! A silent fart poured gaseous feces into his mind; Navid did recall the method, with her butthole touching the same pattern when they’d studied. It was like a strange form of tortuous time travel. “Annnddd, that’s it! What do you think you got, Navid?” Navid collected his breath amongst her booty. He was a student, after all, there were no stupid responses. “Umm...B?” Donnovell laughed, smushing his face deep between her crack. “Wrong again! You got an A, you smelly little fartboy!” BBBWWLLLLAOOPPPTTT! “I knew you could do it.” Her words were bittersweet amongst the horrendous smell of three cheese and salsa fart. A weary smile still came to his lips because Navid had NEVER gotten an A on her tests. He’d remember this victory fart as long as he’d live. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Navid actually did have a little quesadilla to reward himself. If it wasn’t a reward, he was at least trying to remind himself that Donnovell didn’t have a monopoly on the true taste of food. But damn was she trying to prove that wrong. FFFFFBBBRRRRAATTTTTT! “Ahhh, listen to that one! Ripe like shower farts, ha!” This fart she did fan in Navid’s direction, playful as a schoolgirl. Navid grimaced; it was disgusting, but he did at least see the humor in her, if not smell it. At least he wasn’t swallowing that fart point blank. “You’re lucky I found this method before they shipped you off to summer school Navid. Those kids got it WAY worse from me.” BBRRRLLLLUUUTTTTT! “Oh yeah?” he asked. Donnovell nodded. “I got the idea from some little shit named Hayden. He used to come in every day chewing that mint gum, like, nine or ten pieces at once. It sounded like a hippo chewing! When I got my hands on him...well, my booty, you know….” PPTTLLLOOOOTTTT! Navid most certainly did know. “I used to fart so hard it’d push it down his throat. He’s at Yale now, if that teaches you anything.” I gulped. “So, that legend about chewing gum and memory is true?” Donnovell took a break from washing dishes to saunter over to the kitchen table. FFBBBBBLLLTTRROOTTTTT! She sighed in relief, making sure her fart cannon hit his head as she picked up his dirty plate. “Course it does...my farts don’t hurt either.” PPLLLLLLLLLLTTTT! Navid dared pipe up again as she returned to the sink. “Yeah well, I dunno. I felt like I was losing a lot of brain cells after a while.” BBBBTRRRRRRPPSSLLPP! “Especially to those ones!” Donnovell giggled, lifting her dress and shaking that tail of hers. “Don’t you worry, fartboy. My methods of teaching have evolved since then. I’d say you’ve moved up a tier or two and there’s certainly no threat of you dropping out. Which means you get a reward.” Ms Donnovell was already breaking so many rules by inviting Navid into her home, flashing her ass...what was removing her dress and exposing herself naked now? Navid got lightheaded, much more than he ever had staring at her butt during class. PPTTLLAABBBPPRRRTTTT! “Ahhh,”. McDonnell stretched, letting her asscheeks spread the fart naturally through the room. “Now go get undressed and wait on my couch.” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Donnovell decided the couch was a little too big for the two of them. So, with Navid staring up into her living room ceiling, her ass plundered his cock. BBBBLLTTRRLLOOOFFFTT! She took a second to sigh, gaining real relief as she let her bowels loose on Navid’s dick. Navid moaned as the pleasurable pressure shot across his dick...then he gagged as the after dinner toot ran across his nose. “What’s the constant of quadratic equations?” Donnovell asked. She scooted back, the glory and power of her gaped anus flickering in and out above Navid’s face. “Sev-seventy two.” he managed to spit out. “Correct,” said Donnovell. FFFLLLBBBAARRRRRTT! Navid coughed as the fart exploded into his face. He’d protest, were it not for the meat fart plugging up his breathing space and Donnovell’s asshole swallowing his dick to another dimension. Time seemed to rush past at lightning speed. There was only the sounds of booty meat hitting flesh as Navid’s teacher rode him. When the pressure became too much, she released him, rushing back to straddle his face between her thighs. “When should you normalize a quadratic equation?” BBRRTT! FLLTTUUTT! PPRRAATT! PPLLTTSSHT! Anal juice pressed against Navid’s lips as he mumbled out the ansewer. “Only...only when you have two negative multiple numbers.” FFLLLARRTTSSHTT! More booty juice was sharted into his face. “Close. Positive numbers are allowed as well.” Navid smacked his lips as the sour fluid ran along his tounge. Positive numbers as well got it...got it. Donnovell grunted and panted, her ass slamming onto Navid’s hips to the point of aching. Navid’s lower half was no match as her asshole’s iron grip on his cock ran it’s course. A little loose in the caboose, Donnovell’s ass accidently lost Navid’s cock-he was still spraying cum a mile a minute as her butt tried to reposition itself. FFRRRRLLUUBBTT! BBBBBRRAAPPBBTTT! Donnovell settled for smushing his cock in half between her cheeks as Navid panted in exhaustion. BBRRRRAAAAAMMMPPPPTTT! “Aoohhh...final question, fartboy.” she whispered. Navid gave little resistance as she sat onto his face. Along with the murky smell of shit he felt his own semen, a little booty juice, and all the cumulative sweat worn from their freaky workout. “Now think hard. Who's the best teacher you’ve ever had?” PPPLLLRRRMMPPPSSSBBRRRRRRR! A 15 second fart gently purred onto his lips; it was fragile enough for Navid to whisper his response against her butthole. “You are.” he gagged and coughed, trying to keep up with the eggy shit taste and cum he allowed to enter his mouth. Donnovell’s booty sank deeper. “You’re goddam right. See you in class tomorrow.” BBBBLLLLLLRROOOFFFTT! She left him with an equally smelling fart. Hallucinations of her plump booty dancing filled his head, along with swirls of numbers he thought he’d never remember in his wildest dreams. |
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